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CALIFORNIA TRAIL                  19
It's fun to cook with buffalo chips Or mesquite green as corn, — If I'd once known what I know now I 'd have gone around Cape Horn.
The women have the hardest time
Who emigrate by land;
For when they cook out in the wind
They're sure to burn their hand.
Then they scold their husbands round,
Get mad and spill the tea, —
I'd have thanked my stars if they'd not come
out Upon this bleak prairie.
'Most every night we put out guards
To keep the Indians off.
When night comes round some heads will ache,
And some begin to cough.
To be deprived of help at night,
You know is mighty hard,
But every night there's some one sick,
To keep from standing guard.
Then they're always talking of what they've
got. And what they're going to do; Some will say they 're content, For I 've got as much as you. Others will say, "I'll buy or sell, I 'm damned if I care which." Others will say, "Boys, buy him out, For he does n't own a stitch."